Originally Posted by J Miller

Names can have a profound impact on a person. My first name is Joseph for my Grandfather. My middle name is Gail after my father. His first name was Hiram. He was called Gail by friends and family. I never did like being called that. As I got older I still don't like it, but now I don't have to worry about it because anyone who would call me that is dead and gone .

Originally Posted by irishrose

Valerie, my oldest daughter is the receptionist/eyeglass repairer, etc for an optometrist. She does a lot for the Amish as far as picking up and returning glasses as they are 20 miles out of town. They are very hard on their glasses so they greatly appreciate what she does. Her daughter (my GD) has the reputation of being the best customer at the Amish store - she's feeding 3 growing boys. The community made my daughter a gorgeous quilt when her house burned - a queen size multicolored Lone Star. When we delivered a pair of glasses one evening, we were given wonderful vegetables and a tour of the new house. I know she had a pair to pick up at 7:00 this morning and return this evening. The child can't see without them so what she does is special to the community. I don't buy much at the store, but I did buy a wolfdog from another Amish community. That was interesting.

Names - I disliked my name growing up, but I no longer care. There are worse names than Judy. 10% of my HS graduating class were Judys- thank to the popularity of Judy Garland at the time we were born.